I can't wait until tomorrow's episode! Giant thanks to Kupkakes for helping with not only beta-ing but with the Koz stuff. It wouldn't be half as good without her help! I do not own anything in this chapter, besides Sav, everything else belongs to their rightful owners!

Chapter 18

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Savannah was finally invited to one of the club's parties. She was leaving for college that fall and her only request was that she be able to attend one of the infamous Samcro bashes before she left. Of course, she didn't expect for it to be a fucking orgy. Happy had driven in with a few other Nomads, so that caused for celebration.

Speaking of the Killer, he was currently getting sucked off on the chair. Grimacing, she looked elsewhere. Only to see Bobby eating out another sweetbutt on the pool table. Gross. She played on that table. Looking away from that nightmare, it was Jax who her eyes landed on next.

Tara had left him just a few years ago, and he was already neck deep in another pussy. Her name was Wendy. She was one of the junkies around this place, but Jax still liked her. She didn't get it. These guys, no matter how they looked, could get any girl they wanted. Yet she couldn't even get a date. Well, she'd had dates, but none of them were worth a second one.

She was biker trash to the kids in her school, and she couldn't wait to get out of here, even if it was only for a few months. To say she was jealous of the boys, sounded ridiculous. Maybe once she actually got laid, it'd be different. Seeing all of these hooks ups made her blood run hot. She wasn't sure if she was blushing or just pissed.

"See something you want to be doing?"

Jumping a mile, she hadn't expected for anyone to talk to her. Especially when clearly there were better things to do. Literally. Blushing, she realized it was Kozik. If you met Kozik without his cut on, you'd think he was a surfer. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and he had the right build. He was sweet though, a real charmer her mom had warned her about since she got boobs. Well, him and Happy. They were the playboys of the MC.

Happy paid her no attention except when he was ordered to . He saw her as family, someone to protect, but nothing more. Kozik, was a different story. Recently, every time they were alone, he'd taken the chance to hit on her.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Koz. The last thing I want to see is Bobby and Tig both having sex. That's just . . . gross." Savannah told him, her face scrunching up in disgust.

She wasn't lying about that, Kozik had no doubt . What he doubted was her not wanting a part in it. For as long as he'd known her, he'd never seen, or heard of her, seeing a guy. "You feeling left out, shorty?" He chuckled, sneaking a glance over.

Savannah scowled at the nickname. Kozik had been calling her shorty since she was old enough to remember. She'd always been on the shorter side, as opposed to Jax and Opie. So, in turn, she was cursed with the nickname shorty. He was the only one to call her it though. She wasn't sure if that made it special or just annoying.

Looking around the room, she did feel left out. Regardless of the fact those girls would be sleeping with someone else tomorrow night, they were still with someone. They could be intimate with someone. Something Savannah didn't have the luck of being able to do. She'd been kissed, sure, but that was as far as her experience went.

Her silence was a dead give away. Savannah wanted sex, and who was Kozik to deny her that need? She was legal, barely, but she was. She was eighteen. She had curves he would kill just to hold onto while he hammered into her. He bet she was a screamer. He knew touching her would probably cost him his balls if they were caught, but the curiosity got the better of him.

Grabbing her, he surprised her as he tucked her back toward the dorms. She didn't know what was going on, but her insides were twisting in excitement. Glancing back at her, he shot her one of his panty dropping grins. "Come on, shorty. School's in session." He chuckled, tugging her closer as he got to the room was staying in when he didn't go home.

Savannah barely had a chance to take a breath before her back was against the door and Kozik's lips were on her neck. Letting her head fall to the side, she gave him better access. His kisses weren't gentle, but he definitely knew how to kiss.

Kozik's left hand threaded its fingers through her dark hair at the root while the right went lower, undoing her jeans in one hard tug. He paused in his attack on her mouth to glance down. "I like the teddy bears." He smirked against her lips to her mortification before pushing his tongue against her bottom lip, tongue ring dragging.

Savannah sighed, her body curling closer into his, everything was too much. Koziks cologne, his cigarette smell, his hair gel scent, the way that tongue ring felt against her own tongue once he thrust it inside of her mouth. "Koz, I-"

"Shh." He shushed her, tugging at her hair, pulling her ponytail loose from its hold. "You wanna do this, we do this my way. So don't talk."

"But . . ." She tried against to warn him, but he was already palming at her ass, next groping her as he shoved her jeans the rest of the way down, revealing more of the teddy bear panties for his cold eyes to see.

Kozik bit her lip, and not gently in the least, then flicked his tongue over the spot soothing it. She felt an energy rushing through herself that she'd never felt before. She'd never gotten this far. What if she didn't do this right?

He traced a line down her neck, pausing to bite his next area of attack, pulling hard at the flesh of her collarbone with his front teeth. "You nervous?" he asked huskily.

She nodded quickly, her head pressing back against the door as he left his ass groping to push up at her shirt. "Take that off. Now." He ordered, bending so that he could kiss her stomach.

Savannah tensed, but went along with what he was saying, lifting her worn Black Sabbath t shirt over her head. Her hands reached behind her to unclasp her bra then stopped, unsure of herself until he nodded up at her, rubbing up and down her thighs. Then there was nothing hiding her except her panties and he was hooking a thumb through each band of those now and pulling them down.

"Fuck, you smell good. Really sweet." Kozik muttered, leaving her panties in the same pile around her ankles as her jeans.

He leaned closer in, nose pressing against her folds breathing in heavily before she felt it. "Oh!" She exclaimed, realizing what he intended to do.

Kozik's tongue parted her lips, lapping up and down her slit hungrily with loud slurping sounds that were making her shiver. Definitely new for her. Savannah stared down at him, daring to touch his spiky blonde hair between her thin fingers. His eyes glanced up at her when he felt it, but he didn't push her away.

His tongue pushed inside of her, he was shoving her legs further apart on either of him, spreading her open while he worked. She was making a continous little whine that had him hard as a rock and suddenly wishing he'd skipped this part. But god damn, she tasted good. Untouched, virgin territory.

He swirled it around inside of her before dipping his tongue all the way up to swirl around her clit, pressing up on the silver stud pierced through his tongue. That was always the thing that drove the very few women he did this to wild. Savannah was no exception. Her hands yanked hard at his hair, knees shaking like a leaf as he rubbed it along the sensitive little button, a new thought dawning on him.

"God . . . Koz . . I can't stand. I can't . . . I just can't!" She burst out squirming and breathing heavier. She was so close.

"Don't talk." He hissed, barely taking his mouth off of her to speak and then she was gasping loud. Way too loud. Anyone within 10 feet of his door could hear her crying out when she came and he was slipping a finger inside of her while he sucked down on her clit, tongue ring still pressed down.

Her hands left his hair, making a sad attempt to quiet herself. It was useless. She was going to be a screamer. He pushed away from her, standing up hurriedly to strip off his kutte, both shirts along with it. "Get in the bed."

She was submissive too. He liked that. She crawled on top of the messy covers, bottom lip between her teeth watching him tear off his own clothes. He had too many on. Why in the hell did he even think it was a good idea to do this whole layering shit anyway? He dropped his jeans to the bare wood floor, no boxers underneath, giving her a good look at what she was about to have and smirked at the way her breath caught.

He didn't have a conscience as he rolled a condom down his cock, staring back at her. Not even a lick of guilt once he was pushing her knees apart, climbing between the smooth milky skin. He paused just the briefest moment and then lowered himself on top of her. "Don't scream. Your brother's on the other side of this wall." He warned her.

But that was all he warned her about. Savannah's eyes widened with pain when Kozik pushed himself inside of her without any hesitation, much less consideration. She started to open her mouth when he shook his head, pressing a hand over her lips, sighing as he flexed his hips rocking against her; breaking through the tight little barrier inside of her. Her virginity was gone.

It hurt. It hurt so god damned bad. Savannah clutched at his back, trying to dig in as deeply as she could with her nails to work out some of her pain. It was like she was being ripped in two when he pounded away. It didn't feel the least bit good. She closed her eyes when he dropped his hand once he was sure she wasn't going to make any noise.

"God, you're tight." He groaned, slipping his hands underneath her ass to tilt her upwards, either not caring or getting off on this entire thing. "So fuckin' small . . . ."

Then she knew what it was, he was getting off on when the dug his fingers into her so hard she bit down on his shoulder and he stifled a moan with a strained "Yeah. Fuck . . Yeah . . ."

She was awkward and hurting beneath him, she'd wanted this for so long. Too long. And it was happening. She was fucking Kozik. Or more like he was fucking her since she wasn't sure what she was supposed to be doing besides biting into his skin to keep herself from whimpering.

And then he was groaning and pressing his face into her neck, sucking down hard enough to leave her an arch full of hickeys. Her eyes fluttered back open, hoping to catch a glimpse of his face, but he wasn't letting it happen. Tucked away from her until a low guttural sound fell from his throat and he stilled on top of her, sweat covered body, skin to skin, with hers.

"Next time." He whispered through her hair into her ear. "Next time, you'll be screaming my name, Savvy."

"Who said there was a next time?" She dared to whisper back at his boldness after his disregard for her virginity.

"Oh, there will be. Trust me. I can make your toes curl and be the best fuck you'll ever have." His voice drifted further way . . . . .

Savannah woke up in a cold sweat. She hadn't thought about that night in months. Hell, since she met Juice. One night back and that one night came back to her within hours. She didn't even know what to do about it. Kozik was her past, Juice was . . . he was something. She hadn't even told Juice about it. Not that he needed to know, she wasn't about to ask him how many people he'd been with or who his first was.

Gah, why was she even thinking about this? Sure, Kozik was her first, but she didn't hold any feelings for him. She wasn't going to spend any time alone with him while she was here. Things were still a mess when it came to Juice back in New York. She wasn't a crow eater, and the idea of being with Kozik again hadn't even crossed her mind.

Laying up, she really just needed a cold shower. Maybe now it was out of her system and she wouldn't think about it anymore. Seeing him was just a trigger. She really was thinking about this too much. As if the world was giving her a sign, her phone went off. Reaching over, she paused when she saw that it was Juice. She couldn't help the smile as she answered it. "Hey, stranger. It's only been a day and you're already calling me?" She teased.

Hearing his chuckle, she could imagine his goofy smile she was starting to love so much. It was contagious, that smile of his. "What can I say? I miss seeing you in that uniform, babe." He teased right back.

Smiling, Savannah really did miss him already. Juice had a way of calming her nerves, as well as he got on her last one too. It wasn't just Juice that she missed though. She missed what Juice represented. Her life in New York. Already a day in Charming, and she felt like she was thrown back in time and trapped in the 50's. Gemma had her playing good hostess tonight for one of her dinners and it made her miss New York.

It made her miss the diner with the Perelli's. Even if she didn't like the waitressing so much, she loved the owners and the environment. Most of the customers were all friendly, give or take a few bad eggs. The pay wasn't bad either, or the company. She didn't mean just Juice either, she had actually made friends with the other waitresses. She had friends, something she wasn't sure she'd ever really have here in Charming.

"You still there, Sav?"

Shit, she got lost in her thoughts. "Yeah, yeah, I'm here. I just woke up. I'm still half asleep, I guess." She said, brushing her hair out of her face as she pulled the covers off of her.

Getting up, she yawned and stretched the best she could. On the other line, Juice had to bite his lip listening to her. He wondered what she was wearing to bed. He had to stop himself right there, because it was only lead to trouble. "I forgot you're three hours behind us. You settling in, princess?" He asked.

Savannah looked around her old room. Leave it to her ma to keep it exactly as it was the day she left. Only, it was cleaner. Not that she exactly minded that. "Yeah, my step dad and ma threw me a welcome home party last night. It was just an excuse to throw a party, I'm sure, but it wasn't completely awful. You actually go home this time?" She asked as she wondered over to her dresser to find clothes to wear.

Juice had mentioned he didn't usually go home during break. He didn't tell her much about his life back in Queens, only that he lived with his ma and had an older sister. He talked about his sister more often than anything else, he loved her. Savannah could relate, she loved Jax just as much, if not more.

A minute or two of silence passed them before he finally answered. "Uh, yeah. I took a couple weeks off to go home. Soph's not home, so it's just me and my ma. Step dad too."

He seemed reluntent to tell her that, like he didn't want to talk of them at all. She knew thing were tense when it came to his home life. He didn't need to tell her that much, she could see it in his eyes when the subject was brought up.

"Savannah Teller, you better be up! I'm making breakfast, I need you to set the table!" Gemma shouted from downstairs.

Sighing, she knew Gemma would come drag her out if she took too long. It was time to say goodbye to Juice, no matter how much she'd rather talk to him. "That's my que to head back to the 50's. You'll call again to remind me we live in the 21st century every now and then?" She said, wishing she was joking.

Juice could hear the seriousness in her voice though. It made him all the more curious about how that life works. He knew her family was part of a motorcycle club. She'd mentioned it once or twice. No real details, just little things here and there. "Yeah, babe. I'll call as long as you keep answering." He winced at how cheesy that sounded. "Fuck, that was bad. I'll call ya soon, don't forget about me while you're stuck in the 50's. Okay?" He chuckled, though he wasn't really kidding either.

Savannah had to bite back a smile. As if she could forget Juice. She didn't want to come off as a love sick teenager though. First of all, she wasn't in love, and she and Juice weren't even together. They hooked up, that was as far as they got. They still had a lot to figure out. "Won't happen, cheeseball. Bye." She laughed.

"See ya, princess." He said before hanging up.

Sighing, Savannah hung up and went to get changed.

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Sitting on the back porch, Savannah knew she was hiding. The last thing she wanted was to help cook in the kitchen. It wasn't like her ma didn't have enough help. She'd rather watch the bike show with the guys. She could hear them hollering from the living room. Yet here she was, hiding out in the backyard.

She wondered how things were going at Juice's place. If he was having a better time. She knew things were tense when it came to him and his family, but if she was being honest, she was happy he was there rather than in New York. His cougar was in New York. The woman she wasn't sure he'd give up if they actually figured out what they were.

Savannah didn't want to be the other woman either. If Juice had something with this . . . woman, she didn't want to be the other woman he was seeing. She still didn't even understand how he met her or why he was even with her. It was one of things they had to figure out, she knew that much for sure. She just wasn't sure she wanted to know.

"Was wondering where you wondered off to." A voice said out behind her.

Gasping in surprise, Savannah spun around to see Jax coming out of the house. Relief crossed her face when she realized it was only her brother. He wouldn't rat her out to their ma. "I've been working in a diner the past two months. The last thing I want to do is serve you slobs." She teased, giving him a smile as he sat beside her.

Hearing about her job was news to him. He didn't know she was working while she was in New York, and he doubted their parents did either. The idea of Savannah as a waitress was comical to him though. Savannah wasn't the most graceful of girls around. "You waitressed? Wish I'd seen that." He chuckled, pulling a smoke out of his cut.

Blushing, Savannah hadn't meant to let that slip out. She wanted her job to be her business. Mostly because she knew her ma would have a moment about it. She'd see it as below her, even though her job isn't much better. The fact they were sending her plenty of money wouldn't help either. Why would she need a job when they were giving her all she needed? It wasn't like she could tell her she wanted to be independant. Women in this club weren't independant, not even her.

"It's not a big deal. I just didn't feel like spending ma and Clay's money on going out. Don't tell ma, you know she'll overreact." Savannah said, giving him a quick glance to see him lighting up.

Jax could see this was important to his sister, and he also knew how their ma was. He could understand why she'd want to keep this underwraps. If he knew his ma though, he knew she'd find out eventually, if she didn't already. "Whatever you want, sis. You have any other secrets you don't want ma knowing?" He chuckled, teasing her. Savannah bit her lip, immediately thinking of if it was just a second, Jax caught the expression. "You do. Fucking hell, Sav, what did you do?" He asked, all traces of joking gone.

Did she want to tell Jax about Juice? Did she want to tell anyone about Juice? What would she even tell them? It wasn't like she and Juice were even a thing. "It's nothing, Jax. I swear. Just, things are a lot different from here. I like it there, Jax. A lot. I have friends, real friends who like me for me and aren't just humoring me so I'll bring them around here. Though, I'm pretty sure Sky would die if I brought her around here. She's . . . well, she'd fit in here great." Savannah almost sounded bitter.

Sure, things with Sky were better, but there were no where near fixed. She didn't trust her as far as she could throw her. "What she do to get on your bad side?" He chuckled, knowing that look anywhere.

Telling him that would mean mentioning Juice.

She knew Jax wouldn't drop it, he'd keep bothering her until she told him. Telling him about Juice had a chance of turning out being the wrong choice. She didn't know where they stood, if something went wrong between them, like his cougar, she had no doubt Jax would have something done about it.

She had to tell him something though.

"Uh, she slept with this guy I might have been interested in. We made up, but now it's just . . . tense. What about you, there anyone who's caught your eye?" She asked, clearly wanting to change the subject.

She was curious though. It's only been a few years since Tara left Charming. Since then, Jax had been going through women at the clubhouse like tissues. She hated to see her brother so torn up, but maybe their ma was right. Maybe it was for the best that Tara left. She wanted to change who Jax was, she couldn't accept him for who he was.

That would be like her asking Juice to change. To not be his goofy self. It was who he was, and that was why she liked him. Jax and Tara had been . . . well, the definition of true love while Savannah was growing up. They only had one flaw, Tara couldn't get past the cut on his back and accept it with him.

She'd asked Jax to go with her, leave Charming and everything behind. Savannah hadn't known that until a year or so later, but she was relieved he'd said no. It was a selfish reason, sure, but she would have missed her brother a lot if he had gone. As much as she was glad he stayed, she hated to see him miserable though.

The little smile on his face told her something had changed that part of his life. Shifting around, he now had her full attention. "Nothing serious, so don't give me that look, Sav. It's just a crow eater I've been seeing a couple times." He shrugged, trying to come off as if it didn't matter.

Savannah knew her brother though. She could see that this . . . woman, meant more to her brother than just a causul screw. She hadn't seen Jax like this since before Tara left. "This wh-girl have a name?" She was so use to refering to the crow eaters as whores, but she knew Jax wouldn't appreciate that. She had to at least try.

Jax shot her a look, knowing what she was going to say. Savannah shrugged innocently, at least she tried. Rolling his eyes, he signed knowing that at least she was reacting better than their mother had. "Her name's Wendy. She's actually one of the ones helping ma tonight, so be nice to her." He warned, glancing back to see the men getting up. Food must be ready. "Come on, before they realize we're out here." He said, jerking his head to side as he got up.

Reaching out his hand, he helped her up from the ground and led the way back inside. Once they were inside, they went their seperate ways. Savannah watched as Jax made his way over to a curvy blonde, that must be Wendy. He nuzzled her neck, kissing her cheek as he wrapped his arms around her. Smiling weakly, Savannah could picture Juice doing something similar with her if he'd been here.

"There you are."

She jumped a mile when she felt hands on her hips. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw that it was just Kozik. Panic hit her, he was touching her and anyone could see. Looking around, she realized everyone had got into the next room. They couldn't see them, which was why Kozik chose now to make a move.

Turning around, she broke from his grip and took a step back. She knew she and Kozik had a history, but that's all it was now. A history. In the past. She wanted to figure out what things between her and Juice were back in New York. "We should get going. They'll realize we're the only ones missing." Savannah said, using it as her excuse to get out of this.

Before she could get far, Kozik caught her hand and pulled her back. With a gasp, she bumped into his chest. Looking up, she could see the mischievious smirk on his face. "You ditched me the other night, Shorty. What was up with that?" He asked.

She winced at the nickname, but knew that wasn't the important issue at the moment. It was how to get out of this without tipping Kozik off about Juice. She and Kozik had had a thing up until she left Charming. It was only a handful of times since the first time, but still . . . it was something. "Jetlag, Kozzy. I'm still getting use to the three hour time difference. Wasn't really up to doing anything . . . you know, like that." She explained.

It wasn't really a lie, she really was still getting use to the time difference. It just wasn't the reason she turned down Kozik. She just hoped he didn't figure that out. As if someone was looking out for her, she heard her mother's voice. "You two better get your asses in here. We're all waiting to eat in here." Gemma scolded.

Giving Kozik a weak smile, she took the distraction to pull her hand back and take off into the kitchen with the others. Kozik watched her go, knowing there was something up with that little girl. He'd figure it out eventually, just not tonight. Following her into the ktichen, he noticed she'd already found a spot in between Jax and Opie, laughing about something one of them had said to her.

Regardless of why he was glad she was home, he was, in fact, glad she was in Charming. This was Savannah's home. It always was, and it always would be.